Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

The shop is quite small, with only one young waiter. The owner is a middle-aged woman who still retains her charm.

They were very welcoming as soon as the group entered.

Liu Zhiyi asked around and found that there were 65 bolts of coarse floral fabric and 50 bolts of fine cotton fabric in stock. She said she wanted them all. Seeing that the other party was stunned and ignored her, she ordered another 250 bolts of each.

The female shopkeeper was overjoyed and immediately promised to personally deliver the goods to her door in a few days.

Liu Zhiyi glanced around the store again and pointed to the shelves, saying, "Wrap up those navy blue, dark gray, light gray, and the grass green ones next to them as well."

Having run the shop for over a decade, this was the first time she had seen such a generous customer, and the female shopkeeper was overjoyed.

"Oh, oh, oh, young lady, you have such good taste! This is a piece of fabric that we just received a few days ago. It's called Antique Satin. It has a simple and elegant color and an antique feel. It's said that this kind of fabric is very popular among wealthy families in the capital."

"If the young lady likes it, I'll give you a discount. How about 20 taels per horse?"

"Okay, let's settle the bill." It was getting late, and Liu Zhiyi just wanted to get things over with quickly; she didn't have time to haggle.

A bolt of coarse floral cloth costs 2 taels of silver, so 65 bolts would cost 130 taels. A bolt of fine cotton cloth costs 5 taels of silver, so 50 bolts would cost 250 taels. A bolt of antique satin costs 20 taels, so four bolts would cost 80 taels.

"It's 460 taels in total. I'll pay another 40 taels as a deposit for the remaining fabric."

The proprietress was still working hard on the abacus when Liu Zhiyi blurted it out.

Upon hearing this, the other person paused for a moment, then continued working on the abacus. After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed, he finally looked up at Liu Zhiyi with a shocked expression.

“The girl’s calculations are correct.”

That's amazing mental arithmetic!

It was rare to encounter such a big customer, so the shopkeeper took the initiative to bring over three bolts of silk. Liu Zhiyi thanked him with a smile, took out some money, and went to the shop entrance to watch the shop assistant load the silk onto the cart.

She looked up and saw the man who had just humiliated her from the shop across the street standing not far away, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

"A snobbish jerk."

Liu Zhiyi scoffed, rolled her eyes inelegantly, and turned her head away, ignoring her.

"How could that be? They were clearly just three poor bastards."

The shopkeeper shook his head in disbelief, muttering to himself. The waiter beside him said anxiously:

"Shopkeeper, what should we do now?"

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, then suddenly put on a smile and strode toward Liu Zhiyi, who was arranging the loading of goods.

"Hehe, young lady, um..."

Upon closer inspection, the shopkeeper was surprised to discover that although Liu Zhiyi dressed modestly, she actually had an excellent foundation.

That delicate, fair, and flawless face could not have been raised in an ordinary family; one look was enough to tell that she must have come from a wealthy family.

Thinking of this, he was so angry that he almost bit his tongue and committed suicide.

It's all his fault for not looking carefully and mistakenly thinking they had no money, which caused them to lose such a large sum of business. The shopkeeper is furious and now just wants to make amends as soon as possible to recover some of the losses.

"What is it?" Liu Zhiyi asked coldly.

"I...I'm so sorry, I'm really so sorry. I was blind just now, I deserve to die a thousand deaths. I neglected you, young lady, it was my fault."

Shen Erzhuang stepped forward and blocked Liu Zhiyi's way, glaring at the shopkeeper with disgust.

"Get away, get away! What are you doing so close to my sister? Don't you look down on us? Then stay away from us so you don't get your hands on our poor, shabby air."

The shopkeeper chuckled awkwardly and apologized again.

Liu Zhiyi ignored him completely and continued watching the shop assistant move the fabric. Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper was shameless enough not to leave. He even stood around, persistently trying to sell her fabric.

"Young lady, this fabric shop is just a small store, and we don't have that much stock. Why don't you come to my shop and pick some more? This time I promise you the best discount."

Liu Zhiyi didn't even lift her eyelids.

"If there's no stock, we'll just pre-order. There's no rush, it'll only take a day or two anyway." With that, he strode away.

The shopkeeper, with his pointed mouth and monkey-like face, was left standing there, pounding his chest and stamping his feet in anger.